Haiku #828 ~ #831

Lori McCray
1 min readJul 18, 2024

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Good morning! Starting with the last because I’m anything but tranquil now (the snitty neighbor has her son visiting, his truck could wake the dead. He started it at 4am, and sat there, like a jet about to take off, and I was SO MAD and then mad at being mad. I don’t know how to talk myself down from it. Love your neighbor goes out the flippin window

Haiku #831

If I could possess

The happiness of angels

I would be tranquil

LBM 7/18/2024

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Haiku #830

A Rose growing old

Never looked more beautiful

Never felt more free

LBM 7/17/2024

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Haiku #829

The dense air lightens

In time, pain breathes easier

The waiting is all

LBM 7/17/2024

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Haiku #828

They’re offered to me

I then offer them to you

Freely given gifts

LBM 7/17/2024

The noise truck out our window

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Lori McCray
Lori McCray

Written by Lori McCray

Photographer, Poet, Musician, Mother, Mystic, Gardener, friend of wild creatures, swan whisperer. Find me on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wingthing/

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